Page 46 of Before the Encore

Bonnie

Thankfully, in some miraculous act, Madison listened to Bonnie for once. Her mouth crushed back to hers, lips bruising and hot, like Madison had been thinking about it all night—and she hoped she had. Because it would be a sin if Bonnie had been the only one thinking about kissing since that moment in her dressing room.

Madison’s hands slid up her thighs and grabbed her arse, pushing their hips together. Molten heat slipped between Bonnie’s legs. Madison’s hands cupped her cheeks firmly, each brush of their pelvises sending jolts through her clit. As they moved together, Madison’s mouth was searing, intoxicating. Bonnie moaned into her mouth, her pussy throbbing, needing more.

Madison rolled on top, her strong thighs straddling Bonnie. Then she pulled back, breaking their kisses. “Are you sure?” Madison asked.

Bonnie’s chest heaved. Wild eyes looked down at her, Madison’s angular face even more sharp in the low light. “Yes,” she breathed.

Right now, she did want this. Future, more sober Bonnie might argue her rationale, but deep down, she wanted this too. She was just too afraid to admit it and what it might mean. Present Bonnie was doing future Bonnie a favour.

But the answer didn’t seem to satisfy Madison. A deep line formed between her eyebrows, sexy in a way that had no right to be.

When she didn’t kiss her, Bonnie sighed. “Madison, I’m not going to beg you. I want this, but if you don’t, that’s fine. We can just go to bed and pretend it never happened.”

The corners of her mouth curled. “Over my dead body.”

Then her lips were back on hers, hard and possessive, nipping and sucking. Bonnie held back a whimper, clawing her fingers into Madison’s strong back.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Madison asked, trailing kisses along her neck. “How much I think about wrapping those thighs of yours around my head and letting you choke me?”

Oh my god. Bonnie’s stomach pulled, her nails pressing harder into Madison’s skin.

“How much I think about your pretty lips saying my name.” She sucked at Bonnie’s pulse point. “Making you tighten around my fingers.”

Bonnie’s throat dried. God. She wanted that. She wanted it more than she’d ever admit to anyone. But her words wouldn’t form; only breathless pants left her lips. She fought under the weight of Madison, brushing their pelvises together, desperate for contact.

Madison let out a growl, her teeth grazing Bonnie’s ear. “Are you already needy for me, princess?” The whisper rippled goosebumps over Bonnie’s arms.

She bucked her hips in response, the friction against Madison’s jeans enough to make her clit swell.

Madison straightened, a smug grin tugging at her mouth. Wordlessly, she lifted Bonnie’s leg and slotted herself between them, rocking their centres together.

Bonnie’s eyes rolled back. She lifted her hips to meet her through the thin layers separating them, then groaned when Madison resisted.

“I want to hear you say it,” Madison whispered, pressing slightly into Bonnie’s clit. Heat spiralled through her. “Tell me. You’re not getting anything until you use your words.”

She narrowed her gaze, annoyed that Madison so easily had her where she wanted her. But who was she kidding? A meteor could crash into LA, and she’d still beg Madison to make her come first before they searched for survivors.

“I can barely think,” she admitted, breathless. Arousal pooled between her thighs, and she squirmed. “I’m so wet for you, Madison.”

Her eyes dipped, pupils blown wide. Then she found the waistband of Bonnie’s leggings, tugged them down her legs, and threw them behind her. She glided her rough palms over her thighs, taking in every inch, leaving heat in their wake.

“Fuck.” Her breath hitched at the sight of Bonnie’s soaked underwear. “You weren’t lying.” She lowered herself onto the cushion, spreading Bonnie’s legs wide, and inched closer. She pressed her warm lips to Bonnie’s pussy through the fabric of her underwear, and Bonnie bucked, a groan catching in her throat. “I can already taste you.” Madison sucked Bonnie’s clit through the thin barrier, and a bolt of pleasure tore through her centre.

Bonnie’s head swam, her chest tight. Madison between her legs set every impulse firing. Then Madison slowly hooked her fingers under the crotch, brushing the bare skin, and slid her underwear to the side. The cool air hit her, and she realised just how desperately wet she was.

Madison grinned wickedly at her glistening pussy, then licked a teasing stroke through her folds. They both groaned. Bonnie’s hand gripped the back of Madison’s bun. Madison glanced up at her, the tip of her tongue still outstretched, barely grazing her. Bonnie tensed, pushing her hips to meet her face. But her tongue tickled at her, making her grunt and tug Madison’s hair, desperate for more contact.

“Madison,” Bonnie scolded, feeling herself drip down her thighs. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“Relax.” Her warm breath tickled the sensitive skin, and she shivered. “Let me enjoy myself.”

“What about me?”

Madison gripped Bonnie’s thighs, pushing her tongue deep into her pussy. She whimpered as she worked inside her, before swirling a hot trail to her swollen clit. “Sounds like you’re enjoying it to me.”

Damn it. Bonnie didn’t have the capacity to retaliate. Madison’s lips and tongue lapped and sucked at her, and Bonnie tightened her fingers in Madison’s hair. Pressure built in Bonnie’s core with every circle of her clit, her legs trembling. Madison’s strong hands held her thighs, pulling her closer to her face, like she couldn’t get enough.